"Dragon, dragon how do you do? I´ve come from the king to murder you"
Now the cobbler´s youngest son saw that ths time turn had come. He was very upset and nervous. He was not clever like his eldest brother. He was not strong like his second-eldest son, so he ask for an advice to his dad. His dad said "When and if you come o the dragon´s lair, recite the following poem:
The eldest son couldn´t kill the dragon, neither the second-eldest brother, so...
Say it loudly and firmly, and the dragon fall, God willing at your feet.
Any advice for me dad?
The dragon can´t stop laughing, and suddendly, the cobbler´s son began flopping the sword end over end the direction of the dragon, the sword fell, slicing the dragon´s head off. "Ha ha ha" went the dragon, and then he lay dead.
The dragon already see the cobbler´s youngest son, while he was still a long way off, was seated up above the door, inside the cave. He was waiting and smiling for himself.
"Dragon, dragon how do you do?I´ve come from the king to murder you"
That was a very good poem.
You? You? Murder me? HAHAHAHAHAAH
The two older brothers crawled out and thanked their younger brother for saving their lives. "We have learned our lesson" they said.
And by the end, everyone in the kingdom was happy.
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